"Then you were still scaring Xiao Ye just now, you went to see other people's children, squatting in front of Xiao Gray and talking, it's pitiful." Mourning pointed to the pitiful little squatting in the yard.

This girl, with a hard mouth and a soft heart, obviously cares about herself, and scares Xiaoye's little fool.

Ling Sheng sighed: "Don't tell him yet, give him a surprise when the time comes." ”

Monin: "Got it. ”

Not to mention it now, to make that little fool sad and sad for two days, it's not kind to think about it, pitiful, but it's also fun.

The show is nearing its end, and tomorrow it will be over and going home.

Cheng Ye has been depressed for the past few days, and gets up before dawn every day to cut the donkey grass for the little gray ash, specifically cutting the grass it likes to eat.

In the evening, the walking time is getting longer and longer, as long as there is time, I will squat in front of the little gray gray and talk to it.

Little Gray also seems to be infected, and even the corn kernels it likes to eat the most are not fragrant.

A group of people in the program team are all colluding with Ling Sheng, my brother is really pitiful, but I just don't want to tell him, hahahaha.

As soon as Mo Ning came out of the courtyard of the red team, he saw that Ling Sheng didn't know what good things he had taken, so he ran to the neighbor's house again, and arrived at the blue team's house: "What good things did you get again?" ”

It's been raining all day, and it's just a little lighter at this time, so I shouldn't go out to look for wild goods!

"Xiao Feng gave him a few of them, saying what kind of sweet rod they were, and Sheng Sheng said that the neighbor must not have eaten it, so he gave it to him to try it." Shi Lingyu pointed to the two remaining sweet stalks.

"Isn't this sorghum?" Mo Ning looked at it carefully.

"Also called sweet sorghum." Ji Fanchen was chopping the sweet rod with a knife, cutting it into sections for easy eating, and handed him one: "Try it." ”

Mo Ning took it and glanced at the door again, in the afternoon, he saw the next-door neighbor leaving in a car, and he shouldn't have gone home!

Ling Sheng rushed to the neighbor's house, and before he entered the door, he began to call the third master.

Who knew that the door was open, but the door inside was locked, and there was no one.

The smile on the little face froze in an instant, and the heart was indescribably empty, looking at the locked door, the look of loss in his eyes.

Is the third master gone?

After all, their show will be finished tomorrow, and it's time to go.

But when he's gone, why don't he say hello to himself?

Or does she think too highly of herself, the third master can leave if he wants to, come when he wants, why do you want to greet her?

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart, and even she didn't understand where the inexplicable discomfort in her heart came from.

Squatting sullenly under the eaves, looking at the sweet rod in the basin and the two roasted sweet potatoes that had just come out of the oven, he began to eat by himself.

Gone and gone.

Nothing remarkable.

The rain, which was already about to stop, was getting heavier and heavier.

Jun Shiyan got out of the car, An Yan was holding an umbrella behind him, and as soon as the wheelchair arrived at the door, he saw the girl squatting at the door eating at a glance.

She squatted down, a small lump, looking weak and helpless under the rain curtain, like a small beast abandoned by others, alone.

Is she waiting for him?

It's raining so hard, what are you doing squatting at the door?

Jun Shiyan only felt a sudden pain at the tip of his heart, and it was a little difficult to breathe for a while, and the coldness at the bottom of his eyes instantly cracked, turning into silent distress.

An Yan saw that he was squatting at the door, all wet from the rain, and was about to call her, but was stopped by Jun Shiyan, asked him for an umbrella, and rolled his wheelchair towards her.